I went home right after I finished my work. I drove home with my head still clouded because of the incident with Rose.
I park my car and went inside the house.
"Y/n??" I hear Helen's voice shouting from the kitchen.
"Ya.. I'm homee" I shout back.
"I'm in the kitchen!" She said.
I throw my bag on the sofa and walk to the kitchen. Helen still busy cooking for dinner. I stepped closer to her and hug her from behind and rest my head on the crook of her neck.
"Welcome home darling." She kissed my head.
"Mhmm thank you." I murmured against her neck.
"You sound really tired. What happened?" She asked.
"Nothing. Just work." I lied.
Should I tell her about Rose visited me at work? I don't know.. I'm worried it'll upset her..
"Oookay.." She replied. I know she doesn't buy my excuses so I quickly change the topic.
"What are you making?" I asked.
"I'm making Chicken Fettuccine Alfredo. I hope you like it.." she said excitedly.
"I always love everything you cooked." I said.
"Go take a shower first and they'll be ready when you finished."
"Okay baby. Thank you. I love you" I kiss her cheek.
She chuckled, "I love you too.. now go!"
"Yes ma'am!" I walk away.
I went upstairs and took a quick shower and change to shirt and sweatpants. 20 minutes later I walk to the kitchen again, the table already set and Helen was sitting there playing with her phone.
"I'm hungryyyy.." I whined and sit on the table across from her.
"Okay.. let's eat then.." she said cheerfully.
We talked about how's our day and her filming schedule while eating our dinner.
"Do you like the fettuccine?" She asked when we were done eating.
"Yes! In fact. I love it! It's heavenly delicious." I said.
"Thank god. I was worried that you didn't like it."
"Don't be ridiculous. Like I said before I always love everything you cooked." I told her, "beside, it's way better than ordering food from fast food restaurants." I laughed. She rolled her eyes and laughed too.
After we finished washing all the dishes and put the leftover in the fridge, we sit on the couch and watch some movies like we usually do almost every night.
We cuddle up on the couch. I leaned on the left side of the couch and Helen lean her back on my chest. We watch The Notebook. Helen really focus on the movie, meanwhile I'm just blankly staring at the tv. My mind goes somewhere else.
"...do you know what's going to happen with them?" She asked.
I didn't answer because I'm too deep in my own thoughts.
"Baby??... Love??... y/n??" She snaps her fingers bringing me back to reality.
"Huh? Uh? I'm sorry. What were you saying?" I asked.
Helen sitting up and facing me. Her legs rest on my lap.
"I know there is something bothering you. What's wrong? Do you want to talk about it? Maybe I can help you in any way" she said.
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Angel from Heaven
FanfictionI write this story as my way to cope with my sadness. I miss Helen McCrory. This story is going to be reader x Helen with a slow burn story. Full of romance and drama. Not too vulgar. I love and respect Damien but let's pretend they're not together...